Sally Evans

Frost - Poem by Sally Evans

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Frost locks the landscape under sun, silvers the gold of autumn, deepens hollows in the fields, sharpens shadows on the mountainsides, accents the birds, owls, . kestrels, buzzardssitting on tree-stumps moodilyaware of stillness as lack of food.

Surely they must also see it as beautifulthough harsh, perhaps rememberthe sun still has some hours of lifeas they flap around surlilyor wait at the end of a line of molehillsfor the blind morsel to rise.

Frost works its art then stops to look, anazed that time waits for a breezeas if the fields were an oceanscapethat might bring a fish-shoal of plenty, glittering darlings for fieldfares, blackberries plump again in the hedge.

We all hole ourselves up, people and birds, for frost is bigger and scarier than us, our enemy, it holds our ground unbiddenand we wait for it to soften, to becomeaccustomed here, to let up, so grassesmove and the wind blows, we have no optionbut to wait, till the frost shifts, sneaks off to its bitter home.

Comments about Frost by Sally Evans

locks the landscape under sun,
silvers the gold of autumn,
deepens hollows in the fields,
sharpens shadows...
powerful observation and perception . Frost and its consequences. very very nice poem thank you dear Poetess.(Report)Reply